Chase and Cassidy

by D. J. Manly

  “Where’re you going, handsome?” Cassidy didn’t hide his visual interrogation of Chase’s body.

  “Amanda’s home.”

  “I know.”

  “We have a dinner party in an hour,” Chase said tightly, taking in Cassidy rumbled appearance. “You look like you just got out of bed.”

  “Well, I didn’t,” he replied, looking sulky. “Jude was a little high and…”

  Chase leaned forward and snatched Cassidy’s arm. In a flash he drew him close to him, and glared down into his face. “Are you dense? I told you that I don’t want you fucking that piece of…” He paused. “I don’t want to catch anything from some druggie, is that clear?”

  Cassidy dragged his arm away. “We didn’t, okay?” He rubbed his arm. “Do you think Amanda is going to give us some money? And who’s all coming to this dinner party, anyway?”

  “I don’t know,” Chase sighed. “And you better hurry up and get ready.”

  He nodded, giving Chase the once over again. “You look good … ah … extremely good,” he cooed.

  “Go on,” Chase smirked, giving him a shove. “Go get ready.”

  * * * *

  Amanda was waiting to lead them both to her room when Cassidy finally came out of his bedroom at five minutes to seven. She had indicated to Chase that she was a little perturbed, but that soon wore off when she saw him. He looked luscious. Black leather pants hugged his round, delightful ass to perfection, and an oversized silky white shirt slid half way off his shoulder to review his hairless chest, with his baby fine blond hair, and creamy skin, how could anyone not forgive him anything …Chase tore his eyes away from him, and followed Amanda to her room.

  A big, ruddy looking man sat at the table which had been set up in the living area of her huge room. He was pouring himself some wine when they arrived. He stood up briefly to acknowledge Amanda who looked like a siren with her upswept hair, and long, daringly low cut, clingy gold dress.

  “Boys, Bruce Rossman, Bruce, my boys. Aren’t they a sight?”

  Bruce rose from his seat, letting his eyes travel over Chase, then Cassidy. “Delicious,” he said. He stood about six four, and was a big man who had to be close to fifty. Reddish brown hair framed a fleshy face that was handsome in its own way, with large blue eyes.

  Everyone sat.

  The servants served soup while Amanda chattered on. “Have you ever used the Agency’s services, Bruce?” She inquired, waving the servants away and tasting her soup.

  “No, can’t say I have. Are they all as beautiful as these fellows?”

  “Of course not, but they have a nice selection.”

  Chase swallowed, feeling rather self conscious being talked about as if he wasn’t even there. Cassidy just went on shoveling the soup in his mouth like there was no tomorrow.

  “Chase has an extraordinary cock,” she said, pushing her soup away.

  Chase almost choked on his.

  Bruce glanced over at Chase. “What do you like to do in bed?”

  “I can tell you about that,” Cassidy began, reaching for the freshly baked rolls.

  “Yes, but I asked him,” Bruce said.

  Cassidy fell silent.

  “Ah, anything, everything,” he said.

  “Um, of course you’ll do what you’re told, but I mean, what do YOU like. You are definitely a top.”

  Chase stiffened. He didn’t much care for his tone.

  “Bruce is an S and M master. Is that what you call them, hon?” Amanda glanced at Bruce.

  “A bondage master,” Chase interjected.

  “Ah,” Bruce smiled. “You are familiar with the game.”

  “Yes,” he said softly, meeting his eyes.

  Cassidy glanced at Chase. “I didn’t know that was your scene.”

  “It’s not, but I’ve had clients who enjoyed it.”

  “Are you a professional, Chase?” Bruce inquired, drinking his wine.

  “Not at all.”

  “Were you master or slave?”

  “I’ve been both.”

  “Which do you prefer?” Bruce insisted.

  “Neither,” Chase shrugged, glancing at Amanda. “I simply did what I was told.” There, it was a definite slur but Amanda didn’t seem to mind. Either that or she didn’t pick up on it.

  “I bought some sexy things for my boys when I was away,” Amanda was saying now. They were being served the main course, beef Wellington. “Would you like to have them model them for you later, Bruce?”

  “I’d like to have them do much more than that,” Bruce grinned slyly. “How much are you willing to share, Amanda?”

  “Well, usually I don’t let anyone else touch, just look.”

  Cassidy glanced at Chase, then at Amanda, waiting to hear what else she had to say on the subject. Chase continued to eat in silence. He wasn’t sure what Amanda was up to.

  “And tonight, for me?” Bruce insisted, his eyes almost pleading.

  “Well, since you’ve been so generous in our little business transaction, I’m feeling especially generous tonight.”

  Bruce chuckled.

  Chase felt a little stressed. He always did before servicing a new client. He’d had some crazies.

  “Dessert?” Amanda offered, as two women from the kitchen came to collect their plates. “Chocolate layer cake, your favorite, Chase,” Amanda smiled at him.

  “Sure, why not?” He said.

  Cassidy wrinkled his nose. “None for me.”

  “No, we wouldn’t want to ruin that girlish figure of yours,” Bruce lifted his glass to Cassidy.

  Cassidy gave him a faint smile.

  “So, Cassidy, what’s it like being fucked by this hunk here?” He indicated Chase with his eyes.

  “He’s good at it, got the equipment,” Cassidy shrugged.

  “How does he fuck you? On all fours?”

  “Every which way from Sunday,” Cassidy replied.

  Amanda squirmed a little. “All this dirty talk‘s got me hot. How about you boys, are you warm? Why don’t you take off Chase’s shirt, Cassidy?”

  Cassidy wiped his mouth on his napkin, and stood up. “Sure, no problem.”

  Chase took a breath as Cassidy came around back of him and reached around his shoulders. Slowly he began to open his shirt, while Bruce and Amanda watched. When he had it open to the bottom, he pulled it up and out of Chase’s waistband and pulled it off his arms.

  “What do you think?” Amanda asked Bruce. “Doesn’t he have the most delicious six pack? Check out those nipples.”

  Bruce’s breathing was shallow. Cassidy was just about to open the cuffs so that he could pull it all the way off when Bruce said, “Cassidy, don’t, bring it around the chair and tie his wrists together. Chase, put your hands behind your head.”

  Chase lifted his arms and placed his wrists together behind his neck while Cassidy twisted his shirt together and tied it in a knot.

  Bruce dipped his finger in the butter dish, extending his finger to Cassidy. “Spread his tits.”

  Amanda put her hands together as Cassidy scooped the butter off of Bruce’s finger, then slowly spread it around each of Chase’s nipples. Immediately his nipples, glistening with the butter, stiffened.

  “Um,” Bruce moaned, adjusting his pants a little at the crotch. “How does that feel, Chase?”

  “Buttery,” Chase replied.

  “With your chest puffed out like that, your nipples are really prominent. I love nipples,” Bruce murmured. “I want to torment yours. They’re beautiful, so sexy. What do you think, Cassidy?”

  “Yeah, they’re hard as a rock, and they taste incredible, especially when his cock is hard.”

  Chase wanted to laugh. Cassidy could talk dirty with the best of them.

  “Is his cock hard now?” Bruce asked.

  “Want me to check?” Cassidy asked.

  “No, not yet,” Bruce replied. “Got any sex toys, Amanda? Nipple clamps?”

  Cassidy smirked. “Does she have sex toys?” />
  Chase sighed.

  “Get the biggest, tightest pair you’ve got,” Bruce instructed, “and Cassidy, when you get back here, come back naked.”

  “Yes, sir,” he said softly, saluting.

  “How about you take down your gown, darling, let’s see your nipples,” Bruce said, his voice taking on a demanding edge.

  Amanda smiled. “Anything for you Bruce.” Immediately she stood up, and presented her back to him. “Can you unzip?”

  “Certainly,” he stood up and unzipped her dress, then lowered it from her shoulders. At the same time, he unhooked her pushup bra. “Now let’s see those titties.”

  Amanda let the dress fall to her waist, then took off her bra. Turning around, she presented him with her huge breasts and taut brown nipples.

  “Amanda,” he said, caressing them with his eyes. “I didn’t realize what big tits you have, C cup or D?”

  “In between,” she cooed with a smile, looking over at Chase.

  “Would you like Chase to suck those succulent nipples for you?”

  “Um, that’s an idea,” she smiled, as Cassidy returned, naked, with a pair of nipple clamps.

  “These are the tightest I could find,” he announced, his cock already hard.

  “Play with his nipples and then pinch them between those springs. Let him feel the sting,” Bruce instructed.

  Cassidy threw a look at Amanda who was beginning to toy with her own nipples, then pulled Chase’s chair back. Leaning down, he whispered in his ear, “I can’t wait to play with you tonight. I’ve missed you.”

  Chase glanced up at him for a second, then away. Cassidy came around in front of Chase, then, was told by Bruce to stand to one side. “You’re blocking my view,” he complained.

  Cassidy began to flick Chase’s nipples back and forth with his finger, then rotating them, pinching them between his fingers.

  Bruce was moaning. Chase squirmed a little. Damn, the sensation shot through him like a cannon, connecting directly with his cock. Finally, his head went back and he moaned, which caused Bruce to call out, “clamp ‘em, clamp those nipples now.”

  Cassidy let the spring pull back on one, then pressed Chase’s left nipple together and let it go. Chase moaned out loud, then Cassidy toyed with the other some more, and clamped that one, causing Chase to swear under his breath. It was the strangest mix of pleasure and pain, and it caused his cock to jut out uncomfortably against the fabric of his tight black pants.

  “Amanda, stick your nipples in Chase’s mouth, both tits at once. Chase, give them a good tonguing,” Bruce instructed as Amanda knelt down in front of Chase and lifted her breasts to his lips. “At the same time, Amanda, play with those clamps, pull on them, make Chase’s tits come alive with yours.”

  Bruce’s pants were now down to his ankles and he was stroking his cock. “Now come over here, Cassidy,” Bruce breathed. “I want to play with your tits, lay on your back across the table, feet on the floor.”

  Cassidy did as Bruce asked him as Chase suckled Amanda’s tits and she brutally yanked on the clamps attached to his sensitive nipples. “Are you hot?” she whispered, now humping his leg. “Isn’t it a shame you can’t touch your cock? Keep licking, baby, keep … yes … yes … nibble … bite…”

  Chase could hear Cassidy moaning now. He caught sight of the man called Bruce slapping Cassidy’s cock back and forth with one hand, and mercilessly pinching his nipples with the other.

  Amanda cried out in orgasm, as her hand went up under her dress. She moved away from him now and stood aside, watching Cassidy as Bruce sexually tormented his cock and his nipples, without giving him release.

  Bruce paused suddenly, and looked over at Chase. “You want him?” He asked, running his eyes over Cassidy’s erect penis. “You want to fuck him?”

  Damn right he wanted to fuck him. Chase nodded, struggling with the tied shirt. Bruce chuckled and walked over to where he sat. He took both clamps in his hand and pulled, causing Chase to cry out in pain. Then he reached around and untied the shirt.

  Coming back around to him again, he leaned forward and took off one clamp, causing Chase to sigh with release, then licked the rest of the butter off his nipple. He took off the other clamp, then did the same. For a few minutes, he lapped at his nipples, then moaned, biting at one, then the other. Moving away, he looked down at his pants. “Let’s see that cock.”

  Chase swallowed, and took down his pants.

  Bruce grabbed his cock in his fist, and pulled him forward. Chase gasped. “You see this whore here?” He demanded, indicating Cassidy. “Fuck him, fuck him dry. Whore, down on all fours.”

  Cassidy crawled off the table and got down on the floor.

  Chase knelt down behind him, but not before dipping one of his hands in the butter dish. Moving his hand down between Cassidy’s ass, he inserted his buttery fingers, causing Cassidy to squirm, and murmur with pleasure. Then Chase ploughed into him, his cock no longer willing or able to wait for release.

  The room was filled suddenly with the sounds of fucking. Grunts, hisses, moans, bounced off the walls, sweat flew off their wet hair, while drenched skin slapped skin. Muscles strained, eyes closed, and Chase exploded into Cassidy, wrenching his body up and against his chest just as Cassidy’s cum fired up in the air.

  Chase closed his eyes, letting his hands roam up over Cassidy’s stomach to his chest, while he lowered his head and wearily nibbled him on the shoulder.

  Cassidy sighed with pleasure, moaning a little as he squirmed in Chase’s strong arm, trying to find the exact place he wanted to rest.

  It was Amanda’s voice which snapped them both back into the present. “Show’s over.” she said. “Time for you boys to go off to bed … your separate beds.”

  Chase looked up at her and reluctantly he released Cassidy who looked around him as if he was surprised to see other people standing in the room.

  “Of course,” Chase said, standing up.

  Cassidy jumped to his feet and offered Amanda a faint smile. “Did you enjoy it?”

  “It wasn’t your best,” she said tersely. “Goodnight, Cassidy.”

  Cassidy cast a look at Chase, then, went to retrieve his clothes before heading for the door.

  “Chase,” Amanda said, “Wait a minute, I’d like to speak to you privately. Bruce,” Amanda gave him a dazzling smile suddenly, “how about you escort Cassidy to his room?”

  Chase narrowed his eyes.

  “I’d be delighted,” he said, doing up the zipper on his pants.

  Cassidy paused at the door, casting a doubtful look at Bruce. “Amanda, I thought,” he began, glancing at her, “I mean…”

  “Just go, Cassidy, it’s alright,” she nodded.

  He shrugged, and left the room, Bruce lumbering behind him.

  “What is this?” Chase asked Amanda softly. “I thought the rules were that…”

  “Fuck the rules,” Amanda said, going over to the table to pour some wine. “I’m sick of rules. I made them, I can change them, can’t I? What? You don’t approve?”

  “I just don’t understand,” Chase shook his head.

  “Did I ever tell you about Scott?” She asked, taking a chair and motioning to Chase to do the same.

  Chase came over and sat in the chair, laying his clothes on his lap. “A little, not much.”

  “He was with me here for a few years. We invited a variety of men to participate in a variety of sex acts with Scott. For a long time, it was great fun, then I went on a quest … a pilgrimage so to speak, for the most beautiful man I could find.”

  “Did you find him?” Chase asked, taking the glass of wine she offered.

  “Yes, as a matter of fact I did. His name was Ciel, it means heaven in French.”

  “Ah.”

  “He was heaven, stunning, and guess what?”

  “Scott fell in love with him.”

  “Right. So, Ceil took my Scott, and you know, after he left I regretted not having him.”

  Chase f
ell quiet.

  “I’m falling in love with you, Chase,” Amanda said suddenly, meeting his eyes.

  Chase opened his mouth, then, closed it. He cleared his throat. “Amanda, I…”

  “And you’re falling in love with Cassidy.”

  Chase laughed. “I beg your … Amanda, I assure you that…”

  “You don’t realize it, but you are, and he’s definitely hot for you … although he’s too arrogant to see it as love, but he will. This time, I’m changing the rules before I have a repeat of history on my hands.” She swallowed the wine. “I want you, Chase. Do you have any objection?”

  “No, but I…” Chase began.

  “What? Let’s have it, all of it, out in the open,” Amanda demanded, eyeing him. “If it’s the love thing, never mind, I don’t expect you to love me in return. Just indulge me. I haven’t felt this way in a long time.”

  Chase nodded, trying to shake this sudden feeling of sadness which had come over him.

  “It will only be one time, okay?” She seemed fragile suddenly. Chase noticed that her hand was shaking as she poured some more wine in her glass. “Does that sound crazy?”

  Chase shook his head slightly.

  “If I was a man, I’d possess you,” she whispered, “but I guess I’ll have to be content to let Cassidy do it for me. Let me warn you, it will be done exactly to my specifications. There will be bondage involved.”

  “Whatever you want, Amanda,” Chase replied, feeling something akin to pity for her suddenly.

  “I might want to use a strap on. Would that be alright with you?” She asked, again draining her glass.

  Chase shrugged, then nodded. “I guess so.”

  “Ever been fucked by a woman before?”

  He cleared his throat. “Actually, yes.”

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  “It was … different.”

  She laughed. “Go to bed, darling. It won’t be tonight, but it will be soon.”

  Chase stood up, and left without another word. As he walked down the hallway, he paused at the open door of Cassidy’s room. He was laying spread eagle across the bed and the man called Bruce was standing over his chest, tormenting his nipples. Cassidy’s cock was semi erect.